"He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger."
~ Antonio Porchia ~
We moved five days ago, and ever since, I've been in an altered kind of reality- unpacking, and unpacking, and unpacking. My world has been boxes and discovery and new vision, and it's been so fun I haven't wanted to stop for walks or sleep or anything.... but the day of reckoning always comes, and, perhaps predictably, I did hit my metaphorical wall. Like too much rich food, though it's delicious at the time, we generally pay a price for our indulgence. And so have I.
The answer to the problem? Get back on track. Sleep, eat well, and practice the Art of Good Habits.
When I fall off the beam, I climb back up.
